I can’t believe Twice Upon A Roadtrip releases Wednesday. I’m trying not to think about it lest I find the milk in the cereal cupboard again.
So…went grocery shopping today and broke my self-imposed book buying ban by picking up Dark Lover by J.R. Ward. It was either buy it or be the only person on the planet not to have read it. It looks delish. No sign of Private Demon yet, which will also have me breaking bans. (Sorry about lack of linkage but I have like 5 minutes to shovel down my lunch and more than likely y’all know all about the books already.)
Umm…Tagged by Jaci…
Delve into your blog archive.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas…
5. Tag five people to do the same.
So here’s my sentence:
Don’t.
That’s the fifth sentence of my 23rd post. Now I have to ponder it?
I’m going to assume it’s referring to my intentions to clean the upstairs (AKA boys’) bathroom and leave it at that. (Note to self: Try to use longer, more interesting sentences in blogging, lest we look like a dumbass in some future game of tag.)
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Not a dumbass, sweetie. Just. . .succinct. :nod:
(And guess what? You’ll still be just as excited, if not quite as distracted, with your twenty-first release as with your first. :wink:)
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And you’ll still be unable to function the few days before it.
Since you and I release together this wednesday (insert dirty perverted hehehe here again), I know of which I speak. My 24th release. Didn’t write a damn word today. :wtf:
Uhhhhh “Dont” ????
Clear, concise and to the point. You’d get an A+ in Freshman Comp darlin’ :rofl:
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This is killing me. :lmao:
Maybe it’s a good thing EC books don’t come out in print right away or my Borders would already have filed a restraining order against me.
And I sucked at all things Comp in school. I did NOT want to write about what they wanted me to right about. I wanted to write about ravishing pirates. They wanted me to present a clear essay on the importance of grammar. They turned me into a comma whore and most certainly did not like my pirates. Bastards.
Somebody’s going to have to find my mute button.
Did you know I babble when I’m anxious?
How ’bout those Red Sox, huh?
I don’t have a :thud: emoticon.
:penguin:
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:baby:
ggg Counting down with ya, Babe.
And *I’M* the only person on the planet to have not read wotsistitle. I’ve NEVER read what everyone else has read. *sulk*